I was reminded of it this evening while at a wake.
My theory explains, since there are only a finite number of souls in the universe, where “new souls” come from. Souls reincarnate - we all know this on one level or another (for those who don’t accept the traditional interpretation of reincarnation, think of often you’ve thought your little nephew is so very like his greatgrandfather)
Now, if a soul meets an untimely or particularly violent death, it fractures. Since this seems to happen fairly frequently, there are all these fragmented souls floating around in the ether.
Some of the pieces coalesce into a “new soul”. You probably know someone who just doesn’t fit in anywhere - who always feels out of place. This is why. Souls that meet ordinary deaths (old age, long illnesses during which the individual has a chance to ‘settle’ things) are released whole and come back whole.
Fragmented souls mishmosh together with other fragments and come back like a mosiac or a jigsaw puzzle.
Now, when one of those “new souls” fall in love for real (not crushes or lust-fests) he (or she) has met his(her) soulmate - that is someone else with pieces of the same souls that makes him(her) up.
Keep in mind - I’d had 3 Cosmopolitans when I came up with my Fragmented Souls theory
Nonsense! We all know that if one has lived a good life he (or she) has his (or her) soul eaten by the Sexy Godess (or the Sexy God). However if one has lived an evil life his (or her) soul is eaten by the Nasty Dog God. New souls are crafted by the Tribal Racoon-Hat God (from the gossamer strands of the Mighty Creator’s fecal matter (of which a large amount exists in the latrine of the four heavens)) whenever a new person is born. Anything else is blasphemy and punishable by five lashes with the rubber bikini.
(And I’ve had too much whiskey before I posted this.)
It seems to me that you may have found the doorway to ENLIGHTENMENT and unfortunately, when told to FUCK OFF, you left rather than having that ONE EXTRA brain expanding whiskey that could have solved the whole thing.
Sounds like attending the wake inspired you to contemplate your mortality, not a bad thing, we should all do it from time to time. The alcohol just serves as a lubricant.
It is Kharmic in essence, what you are saying relates to Kharma and all flowing towards nurture and balance. I think we puzzle together like opportunities for another “soul”. We are counters balancing a great chit. All opportunities fare towards greater meaning and goodness.
This part reminded me of a story I read a LONG time ago. All these babies started being born with vacant stares. Medical science couldn’t figure out why. One guy finally came to the conclusion that the universe had run out of souls. Unfortunately, his wife was pregnant at the time. His solution is to kill enough people to free up a soul so that his child won’t be born without one. He ends up in jail, but his baby is the first one born without a vacant stare since the whole thing started.
